Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
…Oh, and she was mine. Or, she would be. Duty? The job? The mission? Oh, I’d be fulfilling all of those. I would make sure she was safe from Sylvan Bucks and his crew. I’d make sure she was safe from the whole damn world. But after that? No, after that, she’d be mine and mine alone. There was an innocence to her that set a fire inside of me. That way she walked and the way she moved that told my trained eye that she’d never been touched—not like that.
She walked like a girl who’d never had a man’s cock slide between her legs, and plunge deep in her sweet, honeyed little cunt until she was filled to the brim. She’d never been claimed or ridden hard. She’d never had a man bend her over across the hood of a car or gotten her on her hands and knees on a bed made for a queen as he gave her every inch.
Oh, but she would. I’d be the man to show her those things. I’d be the man to take that sweet innocence for himself. I’d pluck that rose. I’d spread those pretty thighs and ease my thick cock deep inside her candy sweet pussy until I emptied every single sticky drop of cum from my swollen balls deep against her womb.
I watched as the punk took her hand, my teeth flashing and a red mist clouding my eyes. I watched her nod, and the rage only grew. He started to pull her away, towards the back of the club away from her roommate, off towards that dark hallway that led to the men’s room. My pulse roared inside, and the sound tumbled from my mouth like the sound of a wild beast about to kill. It startled two sweet little things and some punk in tight jeans and a designer t-shirt standing near me. The three of them stared at my huge form with terror in their eyes, like they hadn’t noticed me standing there in the darkness until the sound.
They moved away quickly. I ignored them and turned back towards Nina, but when I realized she was out of sight, my rage exploded out of me. I snarled, shoving through the crowd, knocking those college boys and their stupid dates for the night aside. I plunged right through the middle of the dance floor, which started to part for me, like I was a force of nature about to destroy.
And I was.
I came around the corner to see her struggling, trying to pull her arm free of the punk who had her pressed against the wall. He laughed, and when his hand touched her thigh under that slutty-short hemline of her skirt, something inside of me snapped. I roared as I thundered towards them, ripping him away and slamming him into the opposite wall. The piece of shit crumpled.
“She asked you nicely.”
He started to open his mouth, but when I snarled and moved towards him, he recoiled like the little predatory pussy he was. And I knew he wasn’t getting up then. I turned, and suddenly, my eyes fell on her.
Fuck.
I’d never been that close to her. I’d never been close enough to smell the scent of her or feel the heat of her skin. Close enough to reach out and pull her against me. Close enough to crush my lips to hers like I was never going to stop kissing her.
But there was danger close by, and I knew it was a matter of time, and no much of it, before it hit us. I’d spotted Sylvan’s guys outside the club when I came in, and I knew he must be on the way. And when they spotted her here, the shit was going to hit the fan. We had to move, immediately.
“You’re coming with me. Now.”
She shivered, her big blue eyes blinking up at me. I’d say in fear, because, well, I’m a scary fucking guy. But with her, it was different. She looked at me with something that wasn’t fear at all. It was fiery. It was fierce. It had a little attitude to it.
“Wait, excuse me?”
“We don’t have time for the banter, princess,” I muttered. I glanced over my shoulder, scanning the crowd, hoping for more time. But time was up. I could see Sylvan’s guys stepping down the stairs from the entrance, glancing around the place. And I know Sylvan himself couldn’t be far behind them.
“We’re going, now.”
Nina’s brow wrinkled, and she got this sassy look on her face that might’ve just been cute if I didn’t know for a fact that men with guns were about to find us. “Uh, no? I’m here with my frien—”
“I’m counting to three.” My words seemed to knock her back a step.
“W-what happens at three?” she whispered.